Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

Wu Tongxue was stunned when she saw him put down the carrying pole abruptly.

Before he could say anything, Huo Tongzhou took two steps over and picked up the bucket next to him.

Huo Buyan looked at "her" and said in a low, cold voice, "Let's go."

The bucket was like a toy in his hands; he lifted it up with ease, seemingly without any effort. Wu Tongxue took a second look at his physique.

Those beautiful eyes, with their small hooks, looked even brighter. Huo Tongzhou shifted his gaze to the distance.

Therefore, he didn't see the fleeting, subtle smile in Wu Tongxue's eyes, which was the joy of a successful plan.

"Thank you."

Huo Tongzhou remained silent, seemingly not good with words.

Wu Tongxue completely regarded him as a kind person. Huo Tongzhou remained silent and considerately slowed his pace to match the leisurely steps of the other person.

Upon arriving at her doorstep, Wu Tongxue unlocked the gate and invited Huo Tongzhou inside.

"Come in and have some water. Thank you so much for today, otherwise I probably wouldn't be able to get back until dark."

Huo Tongzhou looked at "her," having to lower his head due to his height. His lowered eyelids resembled sharp blades, making him look both cold and fierce.

He maintained his usual expression and noticed that "she" seemed somewhat frightened.

Even though Huo Tongzhou usually doesn't like to interact with other people in the group, he had heard these past two days that a beautiful young "widow" had appeared at the foot of the mountain.

She was also very bold, daring to invite a strange adult man into her house alone.

She may have realized something was wrong, or she may have been frightened by him; a look of hesitation and retreat flashed across her face.

Huo Tongzhou had never liked indecisive people, but at this moment he convinced himself.

She was just a pretty but helpless young widow; it was only natural for her to be afraid.

He tried his best to suppress his unapproachable coldness, carried the bucket of water around "her" and entered the kitchen, where he poured the water into the water tank.

The bucket of water only filled a quarter of the water tank, and there was an empty water tank next to it.

"I'll go get a few more buckets of water. You lock the door."

Huo Tongzhou then realized that he also had a kind heart to help the weak. Before Wu Tongxue could react, he had already picked up the bucket and left.

Wu Tongxue watched his retreating figure carrying two buckets of water, then smiled radiantly from the doorway.

It seems the heavy work will be done from now on.

Huo Tongzhou acted quickly, filling both water vats by nightfall. After drinking the sugar water that Wu Tongxue forced on him, he left with a cold expression.

"I feel uncomfortable..."

Wu Tongxue moved slowly in the kitchen, chopping vegetables as she softly uttered a sentence.

Good progress, keep up the good work!

His cooking skills aren't great, and he doesn't really enjoy cooking; he just makes a simple meal.

Over the next few days, Wu Tongxue would often "bump into" Huo Tongzhou and help him with his work.

Huo Tongzhou is simply the most kind and helpful person!

Huo Tongzhou's house was not in the center of the village, but in a relatively remote place with no neighbors.

He tried to avoid people when he helped them, and even when he did run into them, no one talked to him, so no one noticed that he had been helping a young "widow" for several days.

Wu Tongxue was cooking in the kitchen when she was distracted and hot oil splashed onto her hand, causing her to cry out in pain.

Huo Tongzhou, who was stacking firewood in the yard, paused, frowned, and strode towards the kitchen.

The pretty little "widow" had tears in her eyes, and there was a big red mark on the back of her raised hand, making her look very uncomfortable.

"Hot oil splattered on the back of my hand," Wu Tongxue said, raising her hand slightly.

Huo Tongzhou glanced at the stove, then at the red mark on the back of his hand, unaware that the crease between his brows had deepened, and gained a further understanding of the fragility of the young "widow".

Resisting the urge to grab that hand and examine it closely, he stood in front of the stove and took over the kitchen work, saying, "I'll cook the dishes."

Wu Tongxue stood there hesitating, "Then I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Huo Tongzhou turned and glanced at "her," saying, "You're injured. Go and get it treated."

She let out a soft breath, a sound that seemed both resigned and helpless, her face still bearing that stiff expression. "I'll do these."

"But……"

Huo Tongzhou had already turned away, refusing to listen to "her" words.

Wu Tongxue had no choice but to go out and treat the minor injury on her hand.

Huo Buyan, who was working alone in the kitchen, frowned deeply after hearing the footsteps fade away, suspecting that he had been poisoned.

Otherwise, why would he go to a "widow's" house to work for free?

He wanted to shirk his responsibilities, but his hands and feet had their own ideas.

Huo Tongzhou prepared a table of three dishes and a soup with a cold face.

Wu Tongxue was very impressed with his cooking skills, and ate with great relish, even eating half a bowl more than before.

What happened to your hand?

Wu Tongxue stopped picking up food and looked at the still very obvious red mark on the back of her hand. "It's okay, I've already rinsed it with cold water, it should disappear by tomorrow."

His skin was very fair, and the red marks were very obvious, making it look serious, but in reality, it no longer hurt.

Huo Tongzhou disagreed. He himself considered any injury he sustained to be minor and quick to heal, but this person in front of him...

"It's not a minor injury."

He stood up, and Wu Tongxue hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'll go get you your medicine."

The door opened and closed again. Wu Tongxue looked at the red mark on the back of his hand repeatedly. This was not part of his plan, but it unexpectedly facilitated his goal.

Wu Tongxue simply put down her chopsticks, sat down, and enjoyed the gentle breeze while waiting for Huo Tongzhou to return.

There seem to be a lot of wind these days, but it's actually quite pleasant to feel.

Perhaps due to physical weakness, he often feels tired after waking up, which is why he was just dazed.

Wu Tongxue soon propped her head up and dozed off. She had already eaten about half full, and at this moment, she was more sleepy than hungry.

He persisted until Huo Tongzhou returned, by which time his eyes were almost too heavy to keep open.

"Hmm?" Wu Tongxue was jolted awake by a blast of icy coldness as a cool ointment was being applied to the wound on the back of his hand.

Huo Tongzhou lowered his head and carefully applied the small amount of ointment, his knee loosely resting on Wu Tongxue's injured hand.

Wu Tongxue tried to move her hand, but it was grabbed by a hand. Huo Buyan said, "Don't move."

He glanced at "her," then lowered his head and squeezed out some more ointment, spreading it evenly on the back of "her" hand.

Unlike Wu Tongxue's delicate and smooth skin, Huo Tongzhou's hands were calloused, and when their skin touched, they caused Wu Tongxue to feel itchy.

Wu Tongxue leaned forward, watching intently as he applied the medicine.

A sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and Huo Tongzhou realized how close they were; he could clearly see the other's expressions with just a glance.

Huo Tongzhou didn't look up, but carefully applied the medicine.

"Alright." Huo Tongzhou's gaze remained fixed on the ointment the entire time, and he put it away.

A hand brushed against the side of his little finger, gently stroking it, bringing a brief, warm sensation.

Wu Tongxue felt the coolness on the back of her hand and sincerely thanked him, "Thank you."

That night, something that didn't originally belong to Wu Tongxue appeared in the brick house: a tube of burn ointment.

When Huo Tongzhou returned home, he faced the empty, unlocked cabinet and tugged at his lips, his mind filled with complex emotions.

I closed my eyes tightly to calm myself down before washing up and going to bed.

Clouds drifted by, and the moon hid behind them, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Most people began to drift off to sleep.